The other day, it suddenly occured to me that one does not need to have any writing talent whatsoever to be a blogger. Practically any moron with a keyboard can post up pics and mindless drivel, and I can do that at least as well as any other talentless hack.
So, I’ll keep the blog going.
Among the many uninteresting things I’d been meaning to blog about:
- Before the house burnt down, Amy stole my pillow. She had started the night at my side, between me and the wall. At some point, she crawled over me, moving between me and Becky. I scooted over, half-asleep, eyes barely open. As a motorcyclist, we are trained to look where we want to go, and I looked at the pillow where I wanted to place my head. However, just before touchdown, the pillow suddenly zipped away, and a tiny, tired voice behind me declared, “My pillow!”
- Kim flew out here yesterday, to help with the move. All day long as we worked, we discussed things we could blog about. Anything even remotely interesting or humorous was nominated for a post. She showed me her hand, and after we were done working, I used her new camera to take a series of photos of her washing it for the first time with the big flap of skin removed. After dinner, we played Settlers of Catan, and Kim cleanly whomped me and Becky, although she tried to cheat her way into the largest army in order to do so. CAUGHT!!!
- I am certain that there were many other things I was going to write about, but they seem to have slipped my mind at the moment. So, I’d just like to mention that Scott Adam’s blog is a consistently good read.
So there you have it. Sub-par narrative and barely-there grammar for your almost daily enjoyment.